Juicy Sweatsuits (feat. Juicy J)

Yeah, yeah Juicy sweatsuits Doin' lines in the restroom All your drugs to impress who Twenty-something trust issues, girl Insecure about who you are You're selfish and you know it I'm here tonight and I'm gone tomorrow Move too fast and you took it too far I wanna go Wherever you ain't gon' be Don't make me post Them pics you ain't want no one to see Yeah, hell yeah Tell me why my exes besties now Actin' like it stress me out Mad that I won't text them now Y'all just look depressin' now I was down for you At one point in my life Down for you Once upon a time, you Held me down Now you just holding me back Tell me why my exes besties now Thinkin' pics gon' stress me out Mad that I won't sex 'em now Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits Doin' lines in the restroom All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you?" Forever 21, God bless you Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne Now you in the closet of the club doin' cheap cocaine Thank God that's over Hey, hey I know you wanna run back to me but it's too late Ain't no room left for you in the wraith (mm-mm) You had to go left so I got you replaced (placed) Nah, met your best friend Guess she got good taste (good taste) She wanna find out what Juicy J taste like (taste like) Eyes red like the Rolls-Royce brake lights (brake lights) I got my shades on even in the late night (late night) 'Cause if I life my wrist I might blind myself I got a hand full of ice but this kind don't melt You think you can do better, you just lyin' to yourself Can't name one nigga that can never keep up My last chick wasn't dope enough, I had to re-up I was down for you At one point in my life Down for you Once upon a time, you Held me down Now you just holding me back Tell me why my exes besties now Thinkin' pics gon' stress me out Mad that I won't sex 'em now Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits Doin' lines in the restroom All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you?" Forever 21, God bless you Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne Now you in the closet of the club doin' cheap cocaine Thank God that's over